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Favorite Comment: Fixer dono1 says, “Based on the jump-rope handles on the sink, it looks like somebody tried to skip out without paying for lunch and ended up getting punched in the face in the rest room. That’s Tijuana for you.”
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Ahh, brings back back memories of summer camp. We called it “bug juice” and I recall we only drank it, not washed our hands. The sign in Spanish in the background suggests a rural area.
…but the can of air freshener is a suburban thing.
Why bother with tropical fruit scented soap when you can wash your hand with tropical punch!
P.S.: After a week you move the bucket in the backyard and call in a party!
yummy, fruit punch!!
That soap really packs a punch.
Better not drink the water or the fruit punch.
When that bungee cord breaks it’s going to be like the gatorade shower at a football game… only much, much stickier.
Day 153: “I have stored my napalm in a bucket I found, my first attempts at strapping it to my back with a shoe-lace failed. I just remembered that roll of duct-tape I found and will use it to fasten this to myself as a tank for my flamethrower. I will attempt to fashion a hose from the remaining duct-tape.
Day 154: An enraged zombie walrus barged into my house… I don’t know goddamit, it might have been Jamie Hyneman from Mythbusters for all I know.
Anyway, the Zombie lolrus wanted its “bukkit” back and it was very pissed off that it had been used to store napalm.
Luckily, the lolrus found out the napalm was of the Norwegian kind – meaning it was made of fats extracted from whale blubber: The Perfect Treat!
Based on the jump-rope handles on the sink, it looks like somebody tried to skip out without paying for lunch and ended up getting punched in the face in the rest room. That’s Tijuana for you.
Day 153 (cont) : Just had a thought with the spigot on the container. If I put my napalm in here, strap it to my back, then flip the spigot open, and use my flame thrower to ignite it, I may just have a jet pack to escape!
153 (cont’d): “I have tried the jet-pack idea, but I have sustained some minor burns after it ignited the stilts I was wearing. I found my way to the sporting goods store for bandages, and I just so happen found food. A carrot that was stuck in a demo air-mattress will serve as a fitting snack as I try to find other means of escape.”
McGRUBER!
Looking at the dirt/stains on the spigot, the handprints and condition of the door jamb, and the overall “appeal” of the bathroom, I’d rather find a tree to go behind.
No duct tape
At this point, I think ANY Kludge can be used in World War Z!
Too bad the faux num-chux got broken and got left behind the cold water faucet. With the overall ambiance of this “banyo”, I’d head back to the good ol’ USA post haste. REMEMBER A KEY PHRASE: NO AGUA.